Like most families, we do gifts during Christmas and especially focus on the kids.  I know that my husband and boys go shopping without me under some false pretext or more commonly lose me at the mall.  Their plan usually does not go unnoticed by me, but I feign ignorance and let them be excited about pulling the surprise on me.  It is hard not to notice the whispers and the giggles uncommon to teenage boys.  However, this year was a true surprise as my husband had asked me what I wanted for Christmas and in some insane moment of rationality unbecoming of me, I had said nothing repeatedly.  I had said I would let him know if I wanted something.  So on Christmas day, I was engrossed in opening the gifts my friends had given me that I almost missed a small box under the tree.  Imagine my surprise when I find a box beautifully wrapped in red and tied with a black ribbon, with my name written on it and the husband says it is from me.  My OCD prevents me from ripping the wrapping paper, so it took a lot of patience to unwrap the gift even though I had this overpowering urge to tear the paper.  I knew what it was because the writing on the ribbon was distinct and unmistakable.  The box contained something I had wanted for a long time.  A pen from Montblanc!

My husband knew that I write every day and would never buy it for myself, so he had decided to get it for me.  Anyway, I promptly wrote something Christmas night.

Now don’t ask me whether it was the husband’s thoughtfulness, the magic of Christmas, or the Montblanc itself that prompted me to write but I did.  The topic is definitely different than what I usually write.  I have found that I do like to write poetry and can express myself in a few simple words when sentences become hard.  So here is something in a poetry format trying to give an expression to my thoughts 🙂

Winter Warmth

The chill in the air,
Frost glazing the window pane,
I peek through the crystal lattice,
My breath fogging over the frame

My glance moves to the fireplace,
The light calling me softly,
Flames flirting with the bricks,
Embers crackling quietly

My heart beating slower than time,
Watching the fire in my lover’s eyes,
Blanketing me in a warm embrace,
The desire engulfs me

Let me bask in the glow,
A moment of joy and peace,
For this is my winter warmth,
My world is complete

Random-Musings © 2016